Khy'eras

Dáire’s head snapped round as his sharrp hearing picking up the soft click of the shops door, as it slid shut. The young witch stepped gracefully away from the entrance, a midnight black raven perched upon her shoulder’s; the light catching its glossy feathers as it bobbed and swayed with her moveme...

He let the scowl fall from his face as she went on, the thought of the noble families being no longer, pleased him; but the boring realist in him knew more would just squabble, murder and cheat until they took the recently vacated positions. Shoving the last bite of his meal into his mouth he swivel...

The soft crunch of leaves and grass, had Dáire turning fully to the direction the young warrior had been facing and his full attention zoned in on the stout woman that materialised. She looked ancient, but she moved and spoke like a woman many decades younger than that. Her warm smile seemed genuine...

The Tavern was busy that night, just over a dozen patrons milled around, or staggered about from their over indulgence, in the spirits Aurae managed to procure, at surprisingly affordable prices for her elven brethren. Raens smooth voice rang out across the cosy room, as he sung yet another ballad f...

As Dáire stepped out the door of the White Hart, rain pelted the worn cobbles of the narrow street, water collecting in the many dips and hollows. Small rivers of murky water flowed along the sides, carrying various things that Dáire did not want to look too closely at. Ensuring his hood was well up...

Dáire was a little more than confused as he watched both Artemis and Kat leave the Quimellë’s office, leaving him alone with the two imposing elders. A cold sense of anticipation rolled over him, his mind scrabbling for anything he could have done wrong. Were they that upset that they’d pulled Artem...

‘Winter has finally gotten its claws into the land once more’ Dáire found himself thinking, his lips quirked into a quiet smile as he strolled along the cobbled streets in the western district of Fellsgard. Large, fluffy snowflakes dusted his dark hair and worn cloak as his mind drifted to memories...